(Oh oh oh oh oh oh) And if the riptide comes to get me And pulls me under, it won't upset me, I'll go down I'll throw the white flag of surrender Knock me down, not forever, just for now Not forever, just for now Oh, something's gotta happen Something's

(You really turn me on) (You knock me off of my feet) (My lonely days are gone) (The way you make me feel) The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet Go on girl! My lonely days are gone

Make my world go black Just keep doing that, that thing you're doing there, brush me with your hair, I swear I don't know how long that I can last Make my world go black, black Make my world go black, hit me like a heart attack, knock me flat on my back,

Overpowered by funk, funk out Don't you love our Western ways? If you ain't reggae for it, funk out No-one knocking at your door, funk out It's combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asinine, stupefying Can the clone-line dry you out? Part

Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby x4 Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby Yeah, it's the way we are We were smoking by eleven and knocking 'round town Beat 'em ups on my arm We were never good at selling Couldn't cut down And I stay with my father

Get away Get away Get away I'm about to detonate Everything to prove Nothing to lose Cause when everything has fallen to the ground Gonna knock it down Just believe me when I tell you its alright Its your last chance to find yourself in consequence Its

Just a touch of your love is enough Just a touch of your lo-ove To knock me off of my feet all week Just a touch of your love, hey To take control of my whole body Just a touch of your lo-ove (just a touch) Don't you keep it all to yourself So won't you

From the outside, stand and judge like enemies Opened eyes, see reality Trying all the while, to knock me down, this tragedy And the days turn to memories How could, how could this be, that I feel nothing As the days pass and replaced by memories What do

Don't be afraid, just knock on the door, Then a voice from above said- Horace wimp,this is your life, Go out and find yourself a wife, Make a stand and be a man, Well he just stood there mumblin and fumblin' Late again today, he'd be in trouble though

Knock on wood we all stay good It's way out there but I don't care Black and white a red and blue Things that look good on you And if I scream don't let me go 'Cause we all live in Hollywood With Dracula and Darla Hood Unspoken words were understood To